Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.